Fiction for a contest

Polygamist 

Dad ruled with a holy iron fist.
I had to respect him, he beat it into us if not.
Dad had three wives to him they did submit.
They had to too, sacrifice their souls if not?
Dad had all the power.
Our lives tools in his quest.
Dad kicked my ass out at thirteen, a threat perceived or not.
Now I am in my twenties!
A polygamist of my own.
 I release my wives as they close their eyes.
The electric cord from their neck released.
I am as powerful as he, more so than he thinks!
For I have found more wives, mine sleep in eternal bliss.
A family unit in heaven for him!
But a harem in hell for me!
I know this might sound fucked up, and to some I am sure it's true.
But if that prick can sit with God, Then in hell I'll be with you!
Your breathing stops.
Your eyes turn glassy.
I kiss you corpse one more time.
As a fuck you were so classy.
I liked you so much I will keep you around.
For one more fuck before I put you in the ground.
At your grave I cry a bit, 
Something's not right with me.,
Of that I am sure as shit!